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My mother told me to wrap my son in three heavy wool blankets before taking him to the grocery store or he'd catch a chill and end up in the ICU, beta. My neighbor with the pristine neutral aesthetic told...

It's a freezing Tuesday in November 2018, and I'm standing in the middle of a disgustingly hip baby boutique in Portland, Oregon, wearing yoga pants that haven't seen an actual yoga studio since Obama was in office. I'm clutching a...

We're sitting in the Target parking lot on Elston Avenue, the wind is doing that specific Chicago thing where it tries to actively slice your face off, and the mom parked next to me is fighting for her life. She's...

It was 14 degrees in late January. Maya was maybe four months old, strapped to my chest in one of those trendy animal-print carriers that I paid way too much for because Instagram told me to. I had three layers...